A Brisk Walk

Went out for a forty minute brisk walk tonight and it doesn't appear to have had any negative impact on me at this point three hours later. If I'm feeling Ok tomorrow may try for a 5k run.

Only three weeks ago when one of the father's of a boy in my soccer team died suddenly, my thoughts were on the tragedy of one losing their life so young and so suddenly and how we should be really trying to live life to its fullest, as you never know when it could be taken away from you.

But last week, when I was sickest. When the head ached, and the body burnt and just breathing was painful, I found myself speculating on the will to live. I remembered my grandfather who had a stroke in his mid-forties and was told he wouldn't make it through the night. He did and survived for another 30 years. He was not always comfortable or pain free and any over exertion caused him to have to pop angina pills. But his will to live kept him going but in the end he eventually found it too much and stopped fighting and passed away.

Lying on my sick bed, I pondered on how bad would I have to feel before making that sort of decision. It may not have been this time but how more years before that could happen - 10 , 20 , 25 years. And what if after those three really bad days I would have had another three bad days. How low do you have to go for it to be appealing?

But I am getting better and am looking forward to easing back into it and knuckling down to training and going for that Marathon time in 2006.